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of chores. He should have the wholesome reality 

 of a buck-saw twice a day ; he might be saved if 

 he could be interested in chickens; could feed 

 them every morning, and every evening could 

 " pick up the eggs." 



So might many another millionaire. When a 

 man's business prohibits his caring for the chick- 

 ens, when his affairs become so important that 

 he can no longer shake down the furnace, help 

 dress one of the children, or tinker about the 

 place with a hammer and saw, then that man's 

 business had better be pur into the hands of a re- 

 ceiver, temporarily ; his books do not balance. 



I know of a college president who used to 

 bind (he may still) a cold compress about his 

 head at times, and, lying prone upon the floor, 

 have two readers, one for each ear, read simul- 

 taneously to him different theses, so great was the 

 work he had to do, so fierce his fight for time 

 time to lecture to women's clubs and to write his 

 epoch-making books. 



Oh, the multitude of epoch-making books ! 



But as for me, I am a Commuter, and I live 

 among a people who are Commuters, and I have 

 stood with them on the banks of the Ohio, ac- 



